The sun is out and my windows are open. Can you hear my kids squabbling? It's grating on your nerves, huh?
I'm on it, I swear.
I'm feeling a little lean on the blogside. Lots of ideas; no time to write.
(And not in that 'I'm watching too much crap TV' sort of way.)
We came home from a school event last night and my reader was teeming with posts, ones I'd like to comment on. But then I was lazy and you guessed it, I watched Lost.
I'll eventually get my head above water and stop by your place. I promise.
But my daughter is crying over whether or not Spielberg directed any of the Star Wars movies - or produced or something, wah - and is pondering, aloud, how is he involved, exactly, with the Indiana Jones movie. And she needs to know RIGHTNOW. Pressing, pressing issues for pressing pressing times.
(It's my due, for raising them to be movie freaks like me. Stupid karma.)
So I'm off to solve cinematic debates and then to lunch & a movie with my sister and Mom. (Her mother's day out...)
Hope your weekend is off to a good start.